Stones which used to be Mountains
worn away by frequent seas
{eroding shores by an ocean’s undulating toll
Will it leave a sound-?-or will all be smitten
by the waves’ pitch and roll,
wearing me down, singing like a siren}
Broken windows in remarkable architectures,
gravel hurled injuring sick and dying edifices
{shattered skeletons by which rusty old panes ache
Will they come back to life-?-or will they crumble
like so much grey mortar
waiting on my grave, my ash like lime}
Substance of life saw so much when solid
now drips its thawing unwanted mobility, unrestrained
{once unique solitary patient glaciers
Will these tepid breezes not extinguish-?-yet hastened
towards the yawning mouth
which empts into the anonymity of the deeps}
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Stones which used to be Mountains
worn away by frequent seas
{eroding shores by an ocean’s undulating toll
Will it leave a sound-?-or will all be smitten
by the waves’ pitch and roll,
wearing me down, singing like a siren}
Broken windows in remarkable architectures,
gravel hurled injuring sick and dying edifices
{shattered skeletons by which rusty old panes ache
Will they come back to life-?-or will they crumble
like so much grey mortar
waiting on my grave, my ash like lime}
Substance of life saw so much when solid
now drips its thawing unwanted mobility, unrestrained
{once unique solitary patient glaciers
Will these tepid breezes not extinguish-?-yet hastened
towards the yawning mouth
which empts into the anonymity of the deeps}
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